The Motel 6

[KateMalone]

OOC: Just a posty to get a feel for Ms. Malone. No reply necessary but hey if you have a reason to knock on her door. Feel free!

She could have called Martin. Could have talked his ear off for an hour or two as she sat in the dingy motel trying to figure out her next step. She'd been in New York for nearly two weeks, and all she'd gotten was a name. The sad thing was Martin had given her the name. She'd found out he'd gone to New York. A few threats and that had been easy enough. Never give information to people who can't handle fear.

She didn't call Martin though, she sat there starring at the piece of paper that she'd been scribbling the mans name on. It almost looked like a young girls notebook scribbling the name of her crush, but she was scribbling the name of a man she wanted dead, that she planned on putting a bullet or two in after maybe just a few hours of other unsavory things. She was tired. But she had so many thoughts in her head, and they needed out, so she started to write, other things, instead of just that name.


Noah Kennedy. Convicted for kidnapping a 13 year old girl in 1998. It happened nearly fifteen years ago now, and it had affected my life in a way I didn't know it could. We were already in Chicago. Living without our father. Trying to figure out how to handle our mother. Trying to figure out how to handle each other. By then Hannah and Mom were already dissapointed in me. Trying to figure out how to get me to 'shape up' and get my shit together.

Noah Kennedy. We would have never heard of him if it weren't for dad. An' the funny thing is? He might have been innocent for the crime he was convicted of. He might not have kidnapped that little girl, might not have deserved the time in jail that he had spent. But now? He deserves so much worse.

It's why I'm here. Why I'm in New York City. Why I followed a hunch that he was after our father. Or maybe he just wanted to rub it in his face. His life was ruined, and he thought he was ruining John Michael Malones life, but he hadn't been apart of our lives for so long it didn't matter. He ruined my life. He ruined my mothers life. He ruined the lives of my niece and nephew, of my brother and law. I may not have always been the perfect daughter, the best sister, or the easiest person to handle, but Hannah and I? We went through a lot together.

So. I don't mind exacting revenge on her behalf. Movies and television shows make it seem so much easier to find people. Noah Kennedy. I have his name, but that doesn't do me shit, because he doesn't live in New York City, he hasn't used his own name to check into any hotels (at least not that ones that I have called thus far), and I'm in New York Fucking City. I have a distinct disadvantage here. I don't know anyone. I don't have the connections I would have if I were on the streets of Chicago.

Funny. You're only as good as the people you know. I have no doubt I won't find him, it just might take a lot longer then I thought. It might require contacting someone I swore to myself I'd never contact.

Not my father. No. He just ... he didn't even come to the funeral. No. Not John. But Jack. We've known about him for years. When I first found out I was angry. Our father could be okay leaving us, but he had no problem staying in the same city with the son he created, in my assumption, that ended mine and Hannah's parents marriage?

We weren't good enough, but hell ... even this kid must have made dad proud. Prouder then I, prouder then Hannah. From what I've been told, he's in law enforcement...brownie points I assume. Mom doesn't know much else, or if she does she hasn't told me.

So. I just have to find a brother who may or may not know I exist. And hope there's something in him that might feel something for a sister he never knew he had, who had been murdered something that our father did. That'll be easy. Right? Nothings ever easy.

She grabbed for the phone and went to dial in her father's number but stopped. No. She'd do a little searching for herself before she caves to call daddy dearest to see if he could put her into contact with his beloved son. She had absolutely no idea how off base any of her thoughts were.